Apostle's Epistle Poem by Suhel Akram

hath not oust doze flee my eyne ere flurry,
look-alike cotton-ball flakes not down yet to carry
mire solidifying. doth spread not woes worry,
nor doth chivalry book served in Indian curry,
nor doth is the clock tik-tik cake-cut misery,

apostle eye-red soaked in martyrs blood
drive he down amble femur snake boned,
off his vulture flight moments not he spoiled,
ran me off couching neck with rotten bread,
slipped my hand in epistle HE conferred i dread.

visage mine purple pale in portent,
nor eyne see distant sunlight pattern fulgent,
hive indigo ethereal vanished in obumbrant,
field absconded landed my feet were once cement,
left me spelling loud epistle of apostle to lament.

adumbrating augured-past posing flattened sponge flesh,
divulging pound-flesh agonies seasoned spicy fresh,
revealings secrets of treachery paid in ground welsh,
starring in illuminated thou candle with silk mesh,
embracing despondence worst in earning thoust thrash.

what doth foundling flesh born deserted
comeuppance the globe of critter thread knotted?
this be fate marked epistle of apostle arrived,
doth not can light me cimmerian cavern of dread,
doth is me not amongst thee now perished and faded